4th-O-July

Happy 4th of July, everyone... I've never been a fan of this holiday. In fact, it's always some sort of clusterfuck associated with this "weekend"....

1. Watching fireworks is always a nightmare. Traffic is insane and it takes hours to get 2 miles away and hours to get the 2 miles back.
2. People are just weird on the 4th. They seem "cooler" on Memorial Day or Labor Day weekend... you know, more relaxed and all.
3. It's almost as though you're expected to want to see fireworks. I mean, watching them every year, at baseball games, Stone Mountain, at Disney, all over the place. They lose their luster.
4. You can never seem to stay with a group. It's hard enough to keep up with your own shit wherever you are, much less other people and their shit.

This wasn't intended to be a rant about the 4th, just the reasons I don't like this holiday in general.

Anyway, Happy 4th to those of you that like this freakin' holiday. Hope you have fun blowin' stuff up!

Stupid boys.

I am ballsy. I've always been some sort of ballsy, but what I did last Thursday night was incredibly ballsy. Here's the story.

I went on a date with number not even sure anymore. (yah, don't ask) He's a cool kid, met him through one of Fran's guys and he is successful, fun, and interested. So, hey, why not?

So, he asks if I want to watch the basketball game mid-day last Thursday. First of all, I didn't know there was a basketball game, much less it was THE basketball game to end the season. We met up for dinner and headed to a burger bar (with burgers, beer, and TV's) afterward. I sat down, ordered a beer and started watching the game.

About 10 minutes into the game, an insanely hot guy walks in to the bar. The best way for me to describe his hotness is Jason Wade, who is amazingly delicious. As I did a double, and possibly triple take, he smiled at me. I melted in my chair.

So, here I am, on a date with one guy and in walks Mr. Hottie McHotterson. What the hell am I supposed to do? He sits on the other side of Date guy. So, now, not only do I have to sit there and know he's in the same room, I have to look at him whenever I talk to the guy I'm on a date with. What a cluster.

Date Guy (DG) goes to the bathroom, so here's his chance....

Hottie: "Which team are you going for?" in this sexy European accent
Me: [holy shit, hot AND European to boot?!.... fans self] "Eh, I'm a fair-weathered fan. I'll pick this team for this game but don't really care about basketball in general"

So we continue to talk until DG comes back from the bathroom. Then, Hottie minds his own business again. This happens for three hours straight, and thank God DG broke the seal cause he went to the bathroom 10 times in that time span.

The game was almost over, I ran to the bathroom. As I came out, there he stood, waiting by the men's bathroom.

Me: "It was nice to meet you!"
Hottie: "Uhh.. you too. Ummm, ciao."

He acted nervous, like he wasn't sure how to get my number. In all fairness, I'd been trying to figure out how to get his number for the past three hours without ruining my date.

DG and I leave, I get into my car... pick up my phone.

Google tells me the number to the bar and I call the bartender, tell them I want to give Hottie my number, and he says he'd be happy to. Sweet! Ballsy, right?

I get home, and a few minutes later - there's a text from him. We text for a little while, he wants to see me again that night (but I couldn't cause I was flying out at 6am and had to be up at 4) or possibly that weekend. At 4 am, I started getting more texts... he was 'jealous' of the guy I was with, was relieved when I said it wasn't my boyfriend. (broken english through text because of the language barrier) Among other really nice compliments and lots of flirting.

We decided that I'd call him when I got back on Monday and we'd go out to dinner sometime this week. Score!

Monday comes and goes, I get a text on Tuesday, setting up a date for Thursday - and all is well.

Thursday, he asks if we can go out Friday night instead, fine with me. He ends up texting later asking what I ended up doing, etc.

Fast forward to 5am this morning, only a few hours.

I get a text message from someone who says she's his wife and they've been having a rough two weeks - and she found some texts in his phone and now wants to know what the hell is going on.

Holy. Shit. Are you fucking kidding me?!

Wow.

So, I tell her.

Men are absolutely ridiculous. It makes me want to never get married, and completely skews my vision of trust. I wish this were the only example I have... but there are many, many more.

Argh.

Ranty McRanterson

This is your warning. This entire post is a rant. Every single sentence. You have the option to close your browser now. Don't say you weren't warned. ;)

I must say, It's taken longer than normal for me to get irritated with a roommate this go round. It probably has something to do with the fact that I live with a very mild-mannered guy from California. Or it could be that I've gotten older and just don't give a shit anymore.

Well, now I have some complaints... and I'm not quite sure how to go about addressing them. I thought I was doing a good job of it, but clearly I'm not.

It seems as though all of my complaints are food-centered. The guy has never lived with a roommate before, always with his parents, so I have to give him a break.

About a month or so ago, I was going to make a cake. I reached into the fridge to see that my eggs were completely gone. I don't really eat eggs, or use milk, so it's rare that I buy them. I politely explained that I didn't care if he used SOME of my eggs if he didn't have any... but that I usually need three for baking. Simple enough, right?

I've started noticing all of the other things he uses. First, it's not really that big of a deal - but he never replaces it. I buy certain quality ingredients (and don't go the el-cheapo route with some things) for a reason.

Spices. He uses them. Daily. (never seen a guy cook so much)
Eggs. (We'll get to this in a minute)
Bread.
Butter.
EVOO. (expensive as shit... and he 'over pours')
Garlic.
CHEEEEESE. (I buy the 2% slices... and he replaces with the 100% fat kind. SO annoying)
Pickles.
Soap.
Trash Bags.

He has eaten my leftovers. (gross, btw) AND made "spaghetti" with a whole box of my noodles and my sauce. Like I'm going to eat a WHOLE box of pasta?!

Anyway, so what really pushed my button is the other morning I wanted some eggs for breakfast. I usually don't eat eggs in the am, but wild hair. I reach into the fridge to pull out the 12 eggs I JUST BOUGHT a few days before.

Three. Eggs. Left.

Are you effin' kidding me?! I guess he took what I said literally, or did it just to spite me - but this has GOT to stop, dude. It'd be different if we "shared" things that he buys, but clearly he doesn't buy much. When it's my turn to buy paper towels... I buy 8 rolls. His turn, 2 rolls of the cheap shit that crumbles. Now how is that fair?

The other source of frustration from him is the 3rd roommate. His "girlfriend" stays here 6 out of 7 nights a week. Not okay. In fact, he claims that they haven't had "the talk" yet about making it official, so it's okay for him to sit at home all day and scour the internet dating sites for hot girls - talk to them (INCLUDING my friends) - and take them on dates.

Not only am I footing the bill for her water usage, but they watch their TV shows every night - and it's whoever is watching first rule. Sometimes I just want to sit on my couches and watch my TV.

Oh, and when I DO get to watch a movie or whatever on TV... they come in very loud while he cooks dinner for her (nightly) and talk in the kitchen that's connected to the living area.

I just can't win.

So what do I do, you ask? I leave my shit everywhere. So spiteful. :)

Stupid is as stupid does

I usually don't take the time to digest celebrity mishaps. I scan them, maybe read an article or two, and then leave them to a tiny memory in my head to reference when it comes up in conversation.

The Tiger Woods thing, not so much.

You see, I'm passionate about several things in life. One of which is cheating partners. I absolutely, positively, despise infidelity. I cannot stand hearing about other people who have cheated on their significant other - because it ties me up in knots.

I think the main reason is because it scares the shit out of me that I'm going to be married to the man that I love one day - and something like that is going to happen. Cheating has already ruined some of the trust I have for boyfriends in general, I wonder what kind of havoc it would bring to a marriage?

I'm almost 26 - which isn't old for not being married. BUT I am one of maybe 10 people in my 100 person high school class who is not married (or have kids). Does that mean I'm better off? Or does that mean I'm far behind?

Either way, I'm pretty much sick about it. And I can't shake that feeling.

Judge Joe Brown

Ever since I was a kid, I have watched shows like Judge Joe Brown and Judge Judy. They've always been fascinating and (even though they're totally not "real").

Isn't it funny how I have a case now against the biatch that rented my apartment in Atlanta? Hmmm. What about taking her on one of those shows? It would be PERFECT!

I submitted a case against her on Judge Joe Brown AND Judge Judy. We'll see which producers call me back and offer me the best offer for the case. She now owes me $1300 from all the bills associated with the apartment. I've tried and tried to get the money from her, but it's not happening.

Instead, I find out through facebook that she bought some new glasses for herself, went on a trip, started a new job, etc. All things that she could have either forfeited or would have given her SOME money to pay me.

UN-Resolutions

Every year, this time of year, I get really optimistic. "This year's gonna be the year for..." fill in the blank with everything from losing weight to staying organized and working out. I think about many resolutions and things that I'd like to accomplish. Usually, only after a few weeks in, I'm distracted by something - or never even sat down to think about realistic plans for the year to start with.

These past few days have started off on a ridiculous foot. I sleep the days away, my place feels like a cluttered disaster, and I am stressed about numerous things. I want to believe these jobs I have lined up are sure things. I want to think that everything is going to be hunky-dory in 2010, but my hope is fading at the moment.

The girl I sublet my apartment to in Atlanta for three months has yet to pay any rent or utilities for the month of December. That means, in addition to all the bills I have here (and my lack of income at the moment) she owes me over $1000. Perfect timing on her part.

And I was supposed to start at the pub sometime this week, but it didn't happen. The manager/owner got super busy and I was pushed to the wayside. That was supposed to be my support while waiting for these two part time positions in marketing to pan out.

I've been trying to be optimistic and not so much of a debbie downer, but it sucks even talking to people I know (who, it's obvious, care about me) because the first question out of their mouth is "So, how's the job hunt going". I would rather avoid the subject, because I know something fabulous will come along... I just need to wait for it. I'm putting forth a TON of effort, it's all about the timing.

I'm afraid of letting people know what things I have going on because if they fall through, I'm sure I have to report all of THAT, too. Oy. Such a frustrating cycle.

Anyway, so today and yesterday have been weird days. I've slept until noon or so (which is a horrible habit to start getting in to) and not accomplished much. I hung out with Michael last night because he's in town. We watched Inglourious Basterds (interesting movie, definitely a Quinten Tarantino flick). Today I scrubbed my bathroom, cleaned my closet, watched Desperate Housewives and Being Erica, started a new book, and made dinner.

To top it all off, I was making potatoes when a martini glass from the top of the fridge slid off and shattered on the counter. Because potatoes hide things like little shards of glass, I decided I wasn't going to chance it. Half of my dinner, down the drain.

I suppose anyone would LOVE a week (or two) off to accomplish things... but under these circumstances, I find it very frustrating and the opposite of relaxing.

All this mumbo jumbo just to say that I'm not really sure what 2010 holds for me. I'm not going to "resolute" to anything in particular, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for good things to happen. I'm going to try out a new church tomorrow am, so hopefully that'll be one good thing to come from this blah week. Or perhaps Monday holds great secrets for me - a solid something for the future.

*sigh* I sure hope so...

Here's a good song I recently stumbled on. Might be worth checkin' out.

Small rant